Hook him up to the machine.Shock his brain intomediocrity.Death stalks him;he is aware.There is too much flash in his eyes.His brain needs a reboot;he needs to forget,like a goldfish, likea monkey in the zoo.Hook him up to the machine.He is too sentimental.Salmon swim in his blood;he has a paisley heart,and a tie-dye soul.He can smell colors.Hook him up to the machine.He has Van Gogh eyes, anda Bukowski gut; he walkslike he's lost in a maze;hunchback sadness, butcher knife nerves,Hook him up to the machine.He believes in love,and has too much trust.His vivid green memoryis a curse, we need tocrash it, **** the eternal spring.Hook him up tothe machine.

Let these words be notedMay they be allowed to healO’ hear ye erotomaniacBefore all ends in tragedy.

Erotomania: a delusion in which a person (typically a woman) believes that another person (typically of higher social status) is in love with them.

It’s one of those things where realisation seems difficult to ignite, in order to bring about a resolution within the person. How could this condition begin to be alleviated for the person if realisation is difficult to reach?